Due drop

Loneliness is still pouring rain,
in quicksand fields of our ways,
crossing the same marks again,
we thread between nights and days.

Another snowflake in my hand,
another to be grain of grief,
melting love makes you understand,
why pain must be beautifully brief.

My eyes fade in black,
as your fever transpires onto my face,
and shivering wings grow on my back,
a dark angel for your wet to embrace.

Crestfallen city lights follow us,
as we sank deeper in this sway,
there are no errors but only gods,
there are no doves but birds of prey.

strange that you never knew,
we must make it on our own,
so hard was to fly above you,
we must make it on our own,
like dew drops to sky avenue short after dawn.